The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1137

Alijah's voice sounded unusually old and raspy. It was somewhat unnatural, almost like he was a puppet put together.

Upon hearing this, Wynter raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Fenton Senior, you should see a doctor when you feel sick.

"How can you throw a tantrum like a child and refuse to get examined? I happen to know a bit of medicine, so allow me to examine you."

Alijah froze at her words.

Without giving him a chance to refuse, Wynter looked at the bedside. With a flick of her fingers, she tossed the Small Epoch Collection in the four cardinal directions.

Alijah struggled to sit up. "You…"

Wynter glanced over, seemingly ignoring his protest. "Mr. Fenton Senior, do you want me to check your pulse?"

With that, she pressed down not on his pulse but directly restricted his throat.

Malik and the others couldn't see what was happening inside.

Even though Alijah was held down, he remained uncooperative. He shouted, "Is this how you examine me? Malik! What are you doing standing there? Come over here!"

Malik, who was named, still didn't understand what was going on.

He hurried over, then froze because Alijah on the bed was completely different from the one he had seen just two days ago.

His skin seemed almost translucent, and his cheekbones protruded significantly. How did he lose so much weight in just a few days?

The most eerie part was his restless eyeballs, as if they weren't his own.

Malik followed through with Alijah's words. If Alijah didn't let him into the bedroom, he wouldn't go in.